THE softest whisperings of the scented South, And rust and roses in the cannon's mouth; And, where the thunders of the fight were born, The wind's sweet tenor in the standing corn; With song of larks, low-lingering in the loam, And blue skies bending over love and home. But still the thought: Somewhere, -- upon the hills, Or where the vales ring with the whip-poor-wills, Sad wistful eyes and broken hears that beat For the loved sound of unreturning feet, And, when the oaks their leafy banners wave, Dream of the battle and an unmarked grave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN IN KENSINGTON GARDENS by MATTHEW ARNOLD AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE FIDDLER OF DOONEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS FIRST MUSICIAN'S SONG, FR. LAODICE AND DANAE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |